After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 671: Welcoming the Bride

The atmosphere immediately became awkward.

Madam Wen Yuan’s face turned red, obviously she had never encountered a girl like Su Jin who spoke so frankly and directly.

At the very least, give her and the Wenyuan Bo Mansion some face?

Su Jin had nothing to say to her, exchanged a few polite words, and seeing that Madam Wen Yuan was sensible enough not to stay long, she left.

Bi Zhu escorted Madam Wen Yuan out.

In the room, Xingxing looked at Su Jin, her delicate face full of doubt, "Why would the Marquis help the Wenyuan Bo Mansion?"

Su Jin shook her head.

If it weren’t for Madam Wen Yuan using this as a way to get closer, she wouldn’t have known.

Although Madam Wen Yuan came to express her gratitude, she didn’t really seem to think the Hidden Guard had helped much; she came merely for appearances’ sake.

This kind of person, she was already being kind by not having her thrown out directly, how could her father possibly esteem such a person, unless Madam Wen Yuan herself was exceptional?

Mrs. Wang stepped into the house, just in time to hear Xingxing’s question, and she laughed, "It’s something from over ten years ago, it’s normal for the heir’s wife not to know."

Xingxing quickly said with delight, "Mrs. Wang knows?"

"Not only do I know, but anyone older in the mansion knows," Mrs. Wang laughed.

Su Jin became even more curious.

Mrs. Wang explained to her, "More than ten years ago, when the father of the heir’s wife, Marquis Dongxiang, was only seventeen or eighteen, Wenyuan Bo Mansion wasn’t in the Capital City but stationed in Sui Province. Later, the old Wenyuan Bo was falsely accused of treason, executed, and the whole Wenyuan Bo family was exiled a thousand miles away."

"At that time, the eldest daughter of Wenyuan Bo Mansion fled, entered the Capital under the guise of a maid to seek justice for her father, and was imprisoned. Marquis Dongxiang and Duke Chong fought and ended up in jail, coincidentally saving her, and later, with the late heir of Duke Chong, helped to clarify the case where Wenyuan Bo Mansion was wronged and restored their innocence. Otherwise, there would no longer be a Wenyuan Bo Mansion."

Xingxing’s eyes gleamed, "What a remarkable girl."

"Indeed remarkable, a girl entering the Capital alone to seek justice for her father, but unfortunately..." Mrs. Wang sighed.

"What a pity?" Su Jin asked curiously.

"It’s a pity her fortune was thin, on her way to get married, something happened, and she fell off a cliff to her death."

Xingxing looked regretful, "How could she just die like that."

Mrs. Wang gave a bitter smile, "Good people don’t live long, there are plenty of pests that last a thousand years."

Thinking of her poor master, Mrs. Wang felt like her heart was being stabbed.

Missing her master, Mrs. Wang went to take a look at Liushuang Garden.

Seeing the once high and mighty Old Madam now blind and crippled, she felt somewhat relieved.

Afraid that Mrs. Wang would fall into melancholy, Su Jin changed the subject, "Why did you come to see me, Mrs. Wang?"

Mrs. Wang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, handed over the gift list she was holding to Su Jin, and said, "The Princess Consort asked me to bring this gift list for the heir’s wife to review, and to let you know that in a few days, she will accompany you to the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion to attend a wedding."

Ever since being given to the Prince and entering the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, the Princess Consort had not stepped out for fifteen whole years.

Previously, when the Prince requested the Emperor to confer her title as Princess Consort, she should have gone to the palace to express her gratitude and receive the Empress’s admonition.

But since the Princess Consort was pregnant, all of this was omitted, and no one dared to find fault.

If it weren’t for Su Jin, the Princess Consort still wouldn’t be able to speak, her appearance ruined, kind people always remember such kindnesses. Su Chong is Su Jin’s older brother, he is marrying Princess Fu Yun from Prince Yun Mansion, the Princess Consort feels it reasonable and emotional to attend.

Especially after so many days of rest, she was already fine and should go out for a walk.

The Princess Consort showing respect, Su Jin would certainly not disagree. With the Prince accompanying her, nothing would go wrong, especially at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

As for the gift list, Su Jin thought the gifts were quite generous.

"Please thank the Princess Consort on my behalf, Mrs. Wang," Su Jin smiled.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the day Su Chong would marry Princess Fu Yun.

The day was clear and sunny, with blue skies and white clouds.

Since she was going to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion together with the Princess Consort, Su Jin did not get up very early.

As a result, when she went to the front courtyard, the Princess Consort had been waiting for her for quite some time.

Su Jin, "..."

The Princess Consort’s face had almost completely healed, unless you stared closely, it was hard to notice the scars on her face.

Aside from Commandery Princess Nanzhang and Princess NanAn, few had ever seen the Princess Consort’s appearance, not even Mrs. Tang and Marquis Dongxiang.

This was also the first time the Princess Consort met her relatives since Su Jin married Xie Jingchen.

Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was abuzz with festivity, decorated gaily and bustling with noise.

Su Chong was the Young Master of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, as well as the Young Master of Duke Chong’s Mansion and a Lieutenant General of the Flying Tiger Army.

No matter which identity, the officials had to show up out of respect.

When Su Jin arrived at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, Su Chong had just reached Prince Yun Mansion, wearing a bright red silk around him, looking spirited and vibrant.

The only sister was getting married, Prince Yun followed tradition and recruited several noble sons to create trouble for Su Chong, making him realize his sister wasn’t so easy to marry off.

Su Chong wasn’t afraid of obstacles, especially with Prince NanAn and others assisting.

Whether literary or martial, whatever challenges Prince Yun Mansion posed, Su Chong accepted them. Prince NanAn and others stood by, not used to being idle without a chance to act.

This was Su Chong’s wedding day, otherwise, such an outstanding display without leaving them any room would have definitely led to collective opposition.

Su Chong handled everything with ease.

One by one, Prince Yun’s helpers were defeated.

Prince NanAn, shaking his folded fan, said, "Shouldn’t you let him pass now?"

"Don’t rush, there’s one last hurdle," Prince Yun laughed gracefully.

"There’s more?" Prince NanAn smiled.

"The eighteen skills, both literary and martial have been laid out, what more difficulties can there be?"

Prince Yun raised a hand, and the servants from Prince Yun Mansion carried out two baskets of green onions.

"This question is very simple, just chop the green onions," Prince Yun’s voice was a bit teasing.

The challenge Young Master Su posed was odd and cunning.

Prince Yun had personally tested it.

No challenge at all.

It simply made your eyes tear up uncontrollably.

Prince NanAn picked up a green onion, weighed it, said, "Just chop a basket of green onions, can this be called a challenge?"

Saying that, he picked up a knife from the basket and started chopping swiftly in his hand.

Suave and dashing.

With the style of a master butcher dissecting an ox.

It’s just as the smell spread.

Prince NanAn’s mouth twitched wildly.

Damn it.

It stings the eyes.

Whose idea was this challenge, it’s too rotten!

It’s not so fair to make it this difficult!

Prince Yun stifled his laughter, raised a hand, and said, "Please go ahead, don’t miss the auspicious moment."

Su Chong, "..."

He looked towards Chu Shun and the others.

Prince NanAn tossed the kitchen knife to Su Chong.

Then stood beside the basket.

The only help they could offer was tossing green onions.

One after another.

Su Chong raised the knife and brought it down, chopping the onions.

Man, it made him sneeze uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down his face.

In the distance, a carriage was parked, and a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing three small heads stacked together.

Young Master Shen at the bottom, Ninth Prince at the top, and Young Master Su in the middle.